After divorce I am a billionaire

Ethel looked at Keagan in shock and called out in surprise, "Keagan, what did you do?" Because of the Buddhist Scriptures, her voice, which sounded good before, was dry and hoarse.

However, when Ethel called his name, Keagan felt his whole heart warm.

Even if his furious mother would find out afterwards and have to hang him up and beat him to death, he thought it was worth it.

"| went to town yesterday in accordance with your instructions. | quietly bought two packs of drugs. Twelve and Fifteen have been drugged by me. You can run away now!" "| put many drugs. They will have to wake up at least tomorrow at noon. By that time, I'm afraid you've already escaped to the town!" Looking at his silly and honest face, which looked sincere, Ethel had a complicated feeling inside.

"Your mother has said that | am a bad woman with a poisonous heart. Aren't you afraid that after | run away, | will come back to take revenge on your mother in the future?" Keagan looked at her and shook his head firmly, "You're so good looking. And you've been abused so hard, but you've managed to keep your eyes clear. | believe you're an angelic girl, not a demon." Ethel was shocked by his words.

Her clear eyes were just a part of her good acting skills. He was really a fool.

He was made a dupe without realizing it. He was really hopelessly stupid.

She sighed, walked over and put her arms around Keagan's neck to give him a hug.

"Thank you. You are the only one who truly treats me in my desperate time. | won't forget you!" With her words, Keagan was content, "Run. It's raining. When it clears, your tracks will be washed away by the rain and mud." "Okay, I'll meet you again some day!" Without further delay, Ethel turned and ran.

Keagan watched her leave, with his eyes fixing obsessively on her back.

In the house, Twelve, Fifteen and Cerys all fell into a deep sleep.

Only Cerys's paralyzed husband was still cursing in rage.

It sounded extraordinarily eerie with the rain sliding down from the eaves.

Ethel fought through the sharp pain in her knees and ran wildly through the grove.

Keagan had said not to follow the route she took the day she was brought here, which was over the mountains and time- consuming.

She had to follow the river all the way down to the next village.

That road was flat and open, and when she got to the village, it wasn't so easy to find her.

She ran down the country lane and was drenched in rain.

The farther she got from Cerys' farmhouse, the more excited she became.

Days of torture were more vicious than the prison like hell life.

Now she could finally escape from here, from Lyra's control! Seeing the river that Keagan had directed her to not far ahead, she laughed with excitement, finding the sound of the rain particularly pleasing, as if it was celebrating her imminent freedom! "Lyra, just wait an see. I'll be back for you soon!" She tilted her head and shouted at the sky.

Just after shouting, two people suddenly sprang up behind her, "Stop!" Ethel turned back in disbelief.

It was two men, with the guns raised. They were looking at her with an unfriendly expression. Obviously, they knew her.

Not many people in Crana could carry a gun at all times, unless it was someone from the military. They were sent by Malcolm to spy on her in secret? Ethel immediately ran forward without looking back, running furiously and desperately.

The men sent by Malcolm chased after her while saying, "Ethel Lloyd, you can't escape! Don't make any more unnecessary struggles. If you resist again, we'll shoot you!" Ethel was still running and not looking back.

Once again, she was plunged into endless despair.

Originally, she thought she could escape by finding a way to get rid of Lyra's bodyguards.

She didn't expect that there were still Malcolm's people secretly watching her. Even the God did not give her a chance? "Lyra, Malcolm! | will never go back, even if | die!" She ran toward the river, calling the two names as if they were people she hated most.

There was nothing more desperate than to think she had a hope and then was dragged back into the abyss.

If she was taken back by Malcolm's people, she would be tortured more severely later.

With this time, Keagan could no longer help her because endless days of hell awaited her.

She ran desperately toward the river, glancing back now and then at the people chasing her behind her.

Because of the rain, the river was torrential.

After she walked to the river bank, she had no hesitation, leaping toward the river.

"Ethel Lloyd!" Bang-- It was accompanied by a deafening gunshot.

Ethel's left shoulder was hit, with crimson blood coming out. And her entire body lost balance into the river.

The blood was washed away by the turbulent river and soon not a trace could be found.

The two men ran along the riverbank, all the way downstream.

One of them ran while rushing to report it to Malcolm in phone.

At that time.

Malcolm was in the dinning room of the Lloyd Manor, listening to the Lloyds" discussion about Reginald. He had his phone on must, so he couldn't answer it.

Reginald's exacerbation was purely accidental and he was unable to make improvements.

It was estimated that in just two days, his heart rate would go to zero at any moment.

Because Lyra was still pregnant, she was not involved in the follow-ups and could not stay here overnight.

After listening to Micah, Kathleen and Keith's deliberations in a daze, she was carried by Malcolm to the car and returned to Lyre Spiti, being weak and exhausted.

When they just arrived, Lyra just sat on a recliner and watched the rain outside the window, without saying a word.

Malcolm watched her who held back her grief and silently stayed by her side.

He didn't know how long it took. Lyra, who hadn't spoken, suddenly spoke up.

"Mel, call it off our wedding." Malcolm stood behind her, and his back momentarily stiffened.

But he knew this would be the result. With the death of her father, they would have to observe mourning at least a hundred days based on the custom. During this period of time. they could not hold such a happy event as a wedding.

Besides, after such an incident, Lyra was not likely to be in the mood for a high-spirited ceremony.

He went around to Lyra, squatted down, took her hands in his, and whispered soothingly, "Okay, as long as | can be by your side all the time, that's enough.” Lyra touched his face heartily and apologized.

"I'm sorry. For this wedding, you forget yourself and have prepared for more than half an month. Now, we have to cancel. | waste your time." "Why? You don't." Malcolm smiled and took her hand back that was stroking his face, actively and gently caressing her palm.

He inadvertently raised his left hand. Lyra saw the band-aid on his hand and brought his left hand to her eyes to examine it.

"What happened to your hand? When did you get injured? Why didn't you even tell me?" Malcolm was silent and honest, "Eleven came to report during the day. | was peeling an apple and accidentally hurt my hand. It's not a big deal. | don't want to worry you, so | didn't say it." Lyra's heart throbbed slightly.

She felt guilty about having to cancel the wedding, and now that she saw Malcolm get hurt, she felt even more indebted and had to make up for it.

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